ESSENCE I closed my eyes the moment Lucian's hands returned to my skin. I’d like to say I was relaxed, but the truth? I was tense for all the wrong reasons—and all the right ones too. His fingers moved over my back with slow, practiced strokes. Warm palms, confident pressure. Up along my shoulder blades, down the curve of my spine. Every pass sent a ripple of heat through me, like he was lighting little matches all over my skin. And there I was, lying under him, towel clinging to my hips, biting my bottom lip like I could chew my way through the tension. The way he touched me..... Like my body was a map he already knew but still wanted to explore. Every touch felt intentional, and yet... teasing. And don't even get me started on my heartbeat—it was thumping so loud it felt like the massage table was vibrating with it. Then he got to my waist. He paused, leaned in a little—close enough for his breath to tickle my ear—and asked, voice smooth and impossibly patient, “Can I ta
ESSENCE“Are you okay?” Lucian asked for the umpteenth time as he drove us home, one hand on the wheel and the other gently resting on my thigh like I might float away if he let go.I nodded once again, but my nod felt like a lie. “I don’t know,” I finally muttered, staring out the window like I was in a low-budget Netflix drama. “I keep thinking about Vesper.”He didn’t say anything right away. Just kept driving while the city lights rolled past us like soft blurs. Then he said, “You played your part, Essence. She's in the hospital. She’ll live—because of you. It could’ve been worse. She could’ve died. Don’t forget that.”And he was right. God help me, he was right. I did play my part. I warned her. I tried. I didn’t watch her walk into that trap.... I reached out. Even if she bit my hand in the process.Now I just hoped she healed completely… and that I never had to see her face again.When we got back home, I felt like I had stepped into a different world. A better one. One where t
ESSENCE I narrowed my eyes at him, lips curling into a teasing smile. “No, Lucian. I mean… what do you love in a woman? Like—what’s your type? Chubby? Size 8? Tall with a neck like a giraffe?” He barely let me finish. “Essence. I’m attracted to Essence.” I snorted. “Okay, got it—Essence is code for chubby…” “No.” He cut me off, more serious now. “You don’t get it.” I raised an eyebrow, still amused. “Then please, enlighten me. The court is listening.” He reached out and gently cupped my face, his thumbs brushing my cheeks like I was made of something delicate. “If for some reason,” he began, “you became a size 8, or really fat, or tall, or short, or whatever shape life throws at you… it wouldn’t change a thing. I don’t love you because of how you look. I love you because you’re you. You are my spec, Essence. You are what I want. And nothing—nothing—can ever change that.” My smile faded slowly. I just stared at him, trying to figure out if he was serious. “If this is
ESSENCE When we got back to the room, I sat down, but my mind refused to. I was trying really hard to forget everything else and just focus on Lucian—on us—but my face was apparently doing its own thing. The unease was written all over it, like I was the cover page of Worried Weekly. Lucian, bless his calm, didn’t say anything. He just walked over to the food and drinks cabinet—it was a serve-yourself situation, which honestly felt like a trap if you’re bad at portion control. He loaded up different kinds of food and small chops onto our plates like he was preparing for a group meeting. Then he grabbed two bottles of wine and set them on a tray with glass cups before bringing everything over to the table. I smiled at him. I couldn’t help it. That little gesture melted something in me. He sat beside me and said softly, “I brought you here so we could have fun. I’m sorry someone like Jason is ruining your mood. And I know Vesper must’ve said some really nasty things to you.” I
ESSENCE If someone had told me a few weeks ago that I’d be standing in front of a velvet-draped karaoke lounge with a billionaire husband looking like a Calvin Klein fantasy, I would’ve said they were suffering from hallucinations. But here I was, all dolled up and feeling good about myself. Lucian had encouraged I wear something “fun,” so naturally, I went for a fitted black jumpsuit with an off-shoulder neckline that made my collarbones look like they deserved their own fan club. The fabric hugged my curves without trying too hard, paired with nude heels and gold hoop earrings. My makeup? Soft glam. Hair? Light curls bouncing around my shoulders. Confidence? Slightly wobbly, but hanging in there. I felt sexy. A little out of place—but sexy. Velvet Echo. Even the name sounded like something you whispered against someone’s neck with your lips barely touching skin. The lounge was tucked into a quiet corner of the city like it was hiding all the fun from basic people. The exte
ESSENCE I was in the shower for almost an hour, leaning my head against the tiles like I was in some dramatic music video. For a minute, I genuinely considered making a video of my own to clear the air—but who was I kidding? Social media had already taken sides. If I posted anything, they’d call it damage control or worse, “excuses from a mean, entitled billionaire’s wife.” What stung more was that Sky and Hailey were now being dragged because of me. Those two had worked their asses off at the company way before I ever returned. Sky especially didn’t deserve this. God, Jessica was a devil in heels. If I sued her for defamation, they’d say I was using my influence to silence her. If I stayed quiet, the lies would keep spreading. It felt like I was trapped in a snake pit and every direction I turned, another one slithered closer. By the time I stepped out of the bathroom, I’d aged ten emotional years. Lucian was on the bed, scrolling through his phone, a small grin tugging at his l